I hate this place, this zoo, this prison, this reality, whatever you want to call it. I can't stand it any longer. It's the smell, if there is such a thing. I feel saturated by it. I can taste your stink, and every time I do, I fear that I've somehow been infected by it.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 342 | 2024-01-05 23:58:54 | 141.90 | 100% |
| 119 | 2022-03-10 20:35:53 | 119.09 | 98% |